Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Breakin the Law, Breakin the Law

I'm generally not so much a rule breaker in that rebellious eff-you everyone sucks kind of way, I'm a rule breaker in a "I'm here to meet Hans Clevers, he's giving a talk at noon, "meet the pioneer;" I'm meeting the pioneer" kind of way. So I crashed the largest scientific conference in the world, to meet the biggest name in Cancer, the guy who is going to cure MID. With a baby on my back, a four year old holding my hand, my bewildered spouse, and no official identification or admission, we walked through the gate, past the Pfizer booth, down the cavernous carpeted concrete exhibit hall, and up to the lecture hall with 4 security coats trailing us, worrying about insurance liability, children under the age of 12, admission, identification verification, etc. I am pretty sure a host of angels (or jedis?) stood their ground with us, "these are not the unregistered and underaged children you are looking for." We met Prof Dr Clevers for the 15 minutes between his arrival at the hall and the MC's shepherding him to his seat on the dias. I think this really was the only time I've been star-struck, and the only time I've legitimately stalked someone. HC: How did you find out about my work? Me: I've been following your work since you discovered the intestinal stem cell Lgr5 (3 years ago). I read your Tokyo group's paper on colonic stem cell transplantation. It's amazing that all you have to do is shoot the stem cells up in an enema... HC: and they stay there. It's been eight months already, and they are still there. Me: But how can you get cells into the small intestine, past the ICV? HC: easy; an NG tube that goes all the way through the small intestine with perforations along the way. Me: stunned. It was 15 minutes, and enough hope to last a lifetime. I finally get what groupies are all about. It is connecting to your dream incarnate, to hope and love and a dream come true. We may never meet again. We don't know when they will start clinical trials in children. Those first trials will probably use immunosuppressant protocols like those for surgical whole-organ transplantation. The second generation (if they get there, with funding and longevity) will be the one with self-cells genetically transformed. And who knows when of if THAT will ever happen. But whatever is driving this venture capitalist, MD/PhD, the new Chair of the Dutch Royal Academy of Science, I believe he will press on until this thing is cured. All I can offer is Hope. All I can be is Hope. All I can trust in is Hope. There is no world without end, without Hope. There is no world worth living in. There is no future. There is only Hope. You think that something that is broken cannot be re-broken, especially if it has never been fixed. You can't imagine that something like a broken heart can get more broken, because the pain is unfathomable. And you really can't foresee something as small as a newborn and as full of hope as a baby would be the instigator of that excruciating pain of a re-broken heart; the one that was never fixed. I think the worst year of my life was the first year of my second child's life, because all the wonderful moments were sharply barbed reminders of the exquisite pain and deprivation I didn't know I was missing with my first, affected child. My mind was blown that year. My daughter was beautiful, exuberant, voracious. She rarely cried, she ate with gusto, she smile so hard her dimples popped and her eyes disappeared. I loved her deliriously, I was so full sorrow. Somehow, the resumption of delirium, disorientation, fatigue and pain simply jettisoned my being into outer space. I was catatonic with grief. And then, I began my descent back to earth, the thaw, the flash, the burning ozone refined the sting and suddenly, I was back on our home planet. With a new human, a new job, a new life. I did not expect that. I had heard secondhand that a second child was healing, after having a child with special needs. And it sounded so vague, and veiled. I couldn't have guessed why. I couldn't have guessed that the healing required a break so sharp and searing that my whole being would be blown miles into the sky, into outer space, to freeze and thaw, to orbit and crash, to burn-up in a flame so hot it turned white. But I did, and it did, and I am. Back on earth, grateful for the ride, stunned by the views, happy to be home again. And as always, I write to you because I love you. Because you might be looking for me to tell you that there is Hope. Because this isn't my blog, about my feelings for my feelings, but because it is for you to find, because you are looking to see what will happen when you find out your child or nephew or grandson has MID. We are always here, steadfast. We will always Hope. We don't know what is coming next, we never expected the world to blow up and then get made whole again. There are diseases so rare that prevalence and incidence cannot be estimated (MID), there are unnamed syndromes, there are things that cannot be fixed, but might have work arounds, there are things that aren't fatal but profoundly affect quality of life. There are the affected and those who love them. There are caretakers and those who love THEM. This blog is Bo's blog. It is a light in the darkness for anyone looking. It is hope, it is information, it is armor, it is love. My story is incidental, I am only a supporting player, a narrator. I'm just telling the story of my son, because he can't (well, at least not at the technical level). If you have questions, need help, want recommendations, want to shout out, send us love or give a high-five (or fist-bump if you're from Chicago), never hesitate to do so.

3 comments:

heathre said...

all the love and hope in the universe for you, bo, ahn and jose. another beautiful post kinn xoxo

carmen said...

You are amazing and your words are inspiring. I can't pretend to understand the struggles you face, but your wisdom and hope are truly inspirational. Thank you for sharing them.

sunnywave said...

Thank you for sharing your intense and amazing story. You are light and your are hope. I love you.